Twinkling Poem by Ann Cassie

Moments in time
Fleeting by
As the sun will rise;
So will the moon find it's light;
As will the day fly,
Soar, into another line
Of passing hours in a rhyme,
And make a pattern; fine,
Precise, without notice it shines,
Past us and it's no longer mine
Nor yours or ours, but gone from present to past
Stolen from us like a crime.
Cherish these treasures as they arrive.
Before they disappear in the blink of an eye.